I never thought my mentality could be torn to such an extent.
Worse than the slaps
The shoves
the kicks
the punches

I went in for Joy
I had hope
never thought I could live a life so exhausted

Stress is the word of the day. Every day
But its so overdone
It goes beyond anxiety.
Fear
helplessness

Every cent I earn goes to the family we were supposed to be
creating
Now its all going to the family I wish I could be
deserting

How can I love her when I come home and
“You're a *******”
“Where were you all day?”
“You're a *******”

I'm a *******. I'm a ******* *******.
I'm gone to often, I don't dress nice, always on my phone
have to many **** friends
don't care enough
never clean
smell horrible
can't perform

don't love her enough

Tell me a way to show my love
Tell me
I want to know
because maybe it will get her to stop
maybe it will get her to
be who I told “I do”

It was all mental for a while
I thought when you broke it was like
in half
I didn't know there were
shatters
tears
splits

explosions

My identity was numb by the time she started physically
my friends and family believe the rumors
******* has addicted another husband
I don't have what it takes be a
“real man”

No hope, no reason, no soul
her life
her punching bag
her creativity

Don't tell me women can't physically abuse
they're not dumb
You get punched, slapped, kicked
so you grab her

see you in a year when you get out
she called in and there was marks on
her arms from your hands

now you're the guy who has no pride
I haven't had one for a while
If I did I would have been locked up
two years ago

But I also don't have a me
so its easier
It hurts yes
but I'm in more pain when I think about not being
able to see my boy